light is twilight.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. He always cheers one up.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. He's so alive.
[Mrs. Bennet comes in from the dressing-room. She leaves the door
ajar. The sound of a hammer is heard. It ceases almost immediately.]
Oh, Mrs. Bennet, we were going to ask you--who is to be her ladyship's
maid? Have you decided yet?
MRS. BENNET. I have come to the conclusion--looking at the thing
from every point of view--that Jane would be the best selection.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Jane!
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. But does she understand the
duties?
MRS. BENNET. A lady's maid, being so much alone with her mistress,
is bound to have a certain amount of influence. And Jane has
exceptionally high principles.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. That is true, dear.
MRS. BENNET. As regards the duties, she is very quick at learning
anything new. Of course, at first -
The sound of hammering again comes from the bedroom.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Who is that hammering in her
ladyship's bedroom?
MRS. BENNET. It is Bennet, Miss Edith. We thought it might be
helpful: a few texts, hung where they would always catch her ladyship's
eye. [She notices the look of doubt.] Nothing offensive. Mere general
exhortations such as could be read by any lady. [The Misses Wetherell
look at one another, but do not speak.] I take it, dinner will be at half
past seven, as usual?
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Yes, Mrs. Bennet, thank you. They
will not be here till about nine. They will probably prefer a little supper
to themselves.
Mrs. Bennet goes out--on her way to the kitchen. The Misses Wetherell
look at one another again. The hammering recommences.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL [she hesitates a moment, then
goes to the open door and calls]. Bennet--Bennet! [She returns and
waits. Bennet comes in.]
Oh, Bennet, your wife tells us you are putting up a few texts in her
ladyship's bedroom.
BENNET. It seemed to me that a silent voice, speaking to her, as it
were, from the wall -
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. It is so good of you--only,
you--you will be careful there is nothing she could regard as a
PERSONAL allusion.
BENNET. Many of the most popular I was compelled to reject, purely
for that reason.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. We felt sure we could trust to your
discretion.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. You see, coming, as she does,
from a good family -
BENNET. It is that--I speak merely for myself--that gives me hope of
reclaiming her.
A silence. The two ladies, feeling a little helpless, again look at one
another.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. We must be very sympathetic.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. And patient, Bennet.
BENNET. It is what I am preparing myself to be. Of course, if you
think them inadvisable, I can take them down again.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. No, Bennet, oh no! I should
leave them up. Very thoughtful of you, indeed.
BENNET. It seemed to me one ought to leave no stone unturned. [He
returns to his labours in the bedroom.]
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL [after a pause]. I do hope she'll
LIKE the Bennets.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. I think she will--after a time, when
she is used to them.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. I am so anxious it should turn
out well.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. I feel sure she's a good woman.
Vernon would never have fallen in love with her if she hadn't been
good. [They take each other's hand, and sit side by side, as before, upon
the settee. The twilight has faded: only the faint firelight remains,
surrounded by shadows.] Do you remember, when he was a little mite,
how he loved to play with your hair? [The younger Miss Wetherell
laughs.] I always envied you your hair.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. He was so fond of us both. Do
you remember when he was recovering from the measles, his crying for
us to bath him instead of Mrs. Bennet? I have always reproached
myself that we refused.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. He was such a big boy for his age.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. I think we might have
stretched a point in a case of illness.
The room has grown very dark. The door has been softly opened;
Vernon and Fanny have entered noiselessly. Fanny remains near the
door hidden by a screen, Vernon has crept forward. At this point the
two ladies become aware that somebody is in the room. They are
alarmed.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Who's there?
VERNON. It's all right, aunt. It's only I.
The two ladies have risen. They run forward, both take him in their
arms.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Vernon!
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. My dear boy!
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL.
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